Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

Liu Qiqi took a deep breath, and made a mental note of this matter once again. He turned around and roared at the servant Qingzhu with a rage:

"What are you looking at! Why don't you follow me and support me? Are you blind? Do you know how to serve others?"

Qingzhu repeatedly admitted his mistakes, and with great fear and trepidation, he supported the weight of Liu Qiqi's entire body and lifted him onto the carriage.

The guard stood outside the palace gate, watching that Liu Qiqi did not try to break into the palace again. Only when he saw him get on the carriage did the guard turn around with peace of mind.

Thinking that he had successfully completed a task assigned by His Highness today, the guard nodded with satisfaction.

He didn't take Liu Qiqi's harsh words to heart at all.

Liu Qiqi is just the illegitimate son of a fifth-rank official. Without His Highness backing him up, Liu Qiqi's words are like farts!

No one will take it seriously, and it will just make people laugh if you tell them about it.

Today is the day of rest for the court every ten days.

Lu Yi didn't have to go to court today. After dealing with the troublesome Liu Qiqi, there was nothing urgent for the time being.

She simply strolled around the front and back yards of the palace to get familiar with the environment.

Apart from her, there is no other master in the mansion.

The configuration of the backyard in Lu Yi's mansion is the same as that of every prince, except that the names are changed.

According to the regulations, she can have one main ruler, two concubine rulers, and four assistant rulers. The ranks below that are not worth mentioning.

Before and after the original owner left the palace and set up her own house, she only had Liu Qiqi in her heart and was unwilling to accept other men into the house.

She was also determined not to accept the Queen Mother's idea of ​​giving her a man and repeatedly refused.

Unlike the original owner’s biological brother, His Royal Highness Prince Ping, although he passed away due to illness a few years ago, he got married early on.

He left behind a daughter, who is now three years old.

Lu Yi leaned his head against the pillar beside the pavilion, his eyes focused on the small pond built in the mansion.

Prince Ping had never been favored by the Emperor. After his death, his niece Princess Ping would probably not have an easy time in Prince Ping's Mansion.

After court tomorrow, let’s go to Prince Ping’s Mansion.

Lu Yi felt that this matter should not be delayed too long. According to the employer's wishes, he should meet them earlier and take care of the mother and daughter.

As for whether to consider choosing his little niece as the heir, it is too early to think about it now. Lu Yi himself has not yet actually taken the position of heir.

It’s better to roll yourself up first and put the pressure on yourself first.

In the morning, Lu Yi sat in the pavilion, enjoying the scenery by the pond and feeling the breeze blowing from the pond. He looked very comfortable.

Lunch time is coming soon.

It was not until he saw the table full of delicious food in front of him that Lu Yi remembered why he always felt like he had forgotten something.

She asked, "Have the people who are delivering food to Liu Mansion set off yet?"

"Not yet. Usually, we wait until Your Highness has finished his meal, then order a few extra dishes that you think are good, and have the kitchen staff make them fresh before serving them."

"Then don't send it. Tell the people in the kitchen that you don't need to send it anymore."

"what?"

Xiaoyue's face wrinkled up, and she wondered if her ears were really bad.

I thought that when it was my turn to rest, I would take the money and go see the palace doctor.

"……Yes."

Xiaoyue recalled what she had just heard again and again, confirming that it was not her imagination, and responded.

When she saw His Highness continuing to eat, she quickly picked up her chopsticks and continued to serve His Highness food.

Liu Mansion.

The servant at the door saw the sign of the Seventh Young Master of the Liu Family hanging on the outside of the carriage coming, and his eyes lit up.

He hurriedly trotted over to block Qingzhu's movements, quickly knelt down beside the stopped carriage, and lowered his back to the feet of the person getting off.

Liu Qiqi didn't care who got off the bench. He had a smile on his face and looked in a good mood.

Liu Qiqi stood on it and paused for a while. After he had stood firmly, he held Qingzhu's arm and got off the carriage. Then he threw a small purse on the ground.

The servant hurriedly picked it up and put it into the clothes quickly, with a happy face and words of thanks.

After hearing this, Liu Qiqi felt better and walked leisurely into the mansion.

Qingzhu walked behind Liu Qiqi with his head down.

He doesn't mind at all that his job is taken away by others.

There was clearly a carriage stool, and all the young masters and young ladies in the mansion used it, but his young master just didn't like to use it.

It is said that getting off the carriage from the back of a person is more comfortable and the feet feel better.

It's okay for him to go out once or twice, but Liu Qiqi has to go out more than 20 times a month!

By the middle and end of the month, he hadn't had a single good night's sleep lying down.

Even if I took the reward, I would still feel upset, Qingzhu thought with numb eyes.

Seeing that Liu Qiqi was walking faster, he quickly quickened his pace to catch up.

"Go tell my father that I went to Prince Chen's Mansion today, and ask him not to ask any more questions."

"By the way, after the vendors deliver the things you bought today, remember to give some to my aunt."

Liu Qiqi suddenly stopped and gave instructions to Qingzhu.

He took a stroll outside in a carriage, but of course he didn't get off.

After all, she was slapped in the face. Although she covered it up with makeup, you could still see the marks on her face if you looked closely.

Liu Qiqi didn't want to lose this person.

He asked Qingzhu to get off the car and went to several stores to buy a lot of skin care cosmetics.

After spending some money, the depression in my heart finally dissipated.

"Yes, Master. I'll wait for you to finish your lunch before I go. Calculating the time, the meal His Royal Highness Prince Chen's reward should be delivered."

When mentioning Prince Chen, Liu Qiqi felt a tingling sensation on his face again.

He said impatiently, "I told you to go now. Without you, I can't even eat properly. Get out of here!"

After Liu Qiqi finished scolding people, he walked towards Aunt Jiang's yard.

Ever since his relationship with His Highness was made known to his father, the courtyard where Aunt Jiang lived was quickly replaced by the current one.

"Qiqi, you went to see Prince Chen. Is everything okay? Try this cake. It was your favorite when you were a child."

Aunt Jiang pushed a plate of green bean rolls that she had prepared in advance in front of Liu Qiqi.

This is her son's favorite dish, and she makes it herself every day and keeps it on hand.

Liu Qiqi glanced at the plate of pastries and really couldn't understand why he loved to eat such cheap pastries when he was a child?

Normally he could patiently taste it, but today when he saw the pastry, he really didn't want to eat it.

"Aunt, please don't make it every day. I don't like it that much anymore. What I like now is the cakes from Fufang Shop."

The dim sum at Fufang Shop has always been expensive, and only the rich and powerful can afford to eat them as daily snacks.

Liu Qiqi ate one dish after another. Prince Chen was afraid that Liu Qiqi wouldn't be able to eat when he wanted to, so he sent someone to buy food and deliver it to Liu Qiqi every morning.

With the way he eats, Aunt Jiang's monthly salary is naturally not enough to support him.

"Well...if you don't like it, I'll remember not to make it next time." Aunt Jiang said hesitantly.